That was what the choice was about, control. Whether he knew what he was deciding or not is irrelevant, but it was the control—or possibly the lack ...hereof—that he found himself terrified about. Control is a double edged sword, one edge promised only events that could further a person emotionally, spiritually and even physically but on the other side, the other edge, there was always something that one would miss—or on the flip side, gain. Last Friday Wesley let go and the fantasy from being. Wenn es,wie du sagst, nicht dein Weg ist, w?rde ich dichlaufenlassen und sogar dabei unterst?tzen davonloszukommen. Aber ich weiss es besser, Lena, glaube mir....du weisst, dass ich die Wahrheit sage!"Er umarmte mich, packte mich an den Haaren und k?sste mich.... Ich liess es geschehen, ich f?hlte, wie ich wiederschwach wurde. In mir tobte der Kampf, der m?nnliche Teil,der gestern so viel Selbstsicherheit gewonnen hatte gegenden weiblichen Teil, der sich jetzt wieder vordr?ngelte,und der sich. At the market, we settled for an ice cream each and two dainty pairs of panties for Mickey and we pulled into the hotel at tea time. The girl at the reception desk looked askance at Mickey's eye patch and our black leather gear, but when I said I'd pay in advance as we wanted to leave early in the morning, she accepted our booking and a porter showed us up to our room."Will it be all right to go into the dining room in our leathers?" I asked him and he laughed."I should think so sir," he said.. Opening the door slightly more than what Tim had staged, Tim's stepfatherslowly undid his own zipper, popping open his tented shorts to reveal astrong, thick, lengthy cock that began to set into the "U" position as hesaw his stepson's bare ass crack bending over as Tim slipped off his sweatyshorts so that his legs could be spread wide to commence some heavy pumpingof his now pulsating cock.Pretending that his stepfather was still downstairs,Tim kept yelling "Oh shit, this feels so good... oh,.